In the absence of your flesh have I sinned.

And when the wind
blew through
my veins;
and your hair.

Dancing separate scores;
to the harmful chords
of last night’s annihilation.

How dare we dream to dissociate ourselves from culture.

Betting time.
Open your purse,
remove your shoes,
and walk through the open door.

We wed.
And I have not visited
this place of worship,
since our liability.

Setting the bar
at the cliff side,
opening up old wounds;
to let them bleed
into the salty sea
of your tearful eyes.

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